John Billionaire Ch. 02

Instinctively, I knew she was up to something. The purplish hue in her irises was a dead giveaway. Come on, she couldn't be THAT crazy, could she?

I had my answer a moment later when she fished my half-hard cock through my fly, and sliding me past the thin strap of her panties, managed to sink half my shaft into her very wet snatch.

Her eyes fluttered as I penetrated her, but then she was all smiles and giggles for the camera while she depressed her body a few inches until I was all the way inside of her.

I was quite glad I was facing away from the camera, otherwise it may have caught my very shocked and aroused expression as my erection had been suddenly surrounded by moist vaginal flesh. Here we were, fucking in broad daylight in the courtyard of the Louvre.

"Taylor, you are crazy," I whispered to her.

"Don't you love it!" she whispered right back. And then her focus was back to the camera.

She barely moved, rotating slowly and moving up and down without any rhythm. She moved only as the picture would demand. And yet the sheer excitement of our exhibition, walking the razor's edge between getting caught and not had me at the brink of orgasm.

Taylor heard the catch in my breath, and she seemed to get even wetter in this knowledge of just how close I was. She sat down, a terribly tight constriction around me as she controlled her inner muscles to caress and tease me while flashing her most animalistic grins at the camera.

These pictures would turn out to be some of the best shots. It was as if the photographer managed to capture the essence of Taylor's lust and passion in the frame, beautifully captured by the obvious violet color in her wide open eyes.

And in the end, when she moved up and then came back down in one tight lunge, I lost it. She managed to bite back a scream as my cannon exploded deep inside her body, shooting gobs of cum against her inner walls in rapid succession, seemingly in rhythm with the rapid shutter of the camera clicking away.

One of the pictures that made it into the photo spread was one of the ones while I was cumming inside her, the absolute delight evident on Taylor's face.

When I was finished, my back was sagging and the photographer directed us to move to a different location. Taylor managed to excuse herself to 'freshen up', and I watched as she had to take care not to let my semen dribble down her legs as she tried to walk away.

I just zipped myself up while everyone's eyes were on Taylor and then tried to cover up the moisture soaked into my jeans.

Basking in male post-ejaculate bliss, I started thinking: I like Paris.

***

After one more round of shooting, I decided I'd had enough of playing model and retired. The real model could go back in while I head back to my hotel. Taylor promised to come straight to my suite as soon as she was finished for the day.

I arrived to find Cassandra waiting for me, a glass of red wine on the table next to her as she furiously typed commands into her laptop.

"Oh, please, stop working for just a few minutes," I admonished her.

She looked up at me, clad in a casual robe and wearing her glasses, with her hair tied back in a bun. "Jonathan! I wasn't expecting you back until late."

"I got bored of the whole fashion thing. Now please, stop working for just a bit. Better yet, go get dressed. We're going out." I grinned at her in excitement at seeing the Parisian night scene. "I'm hungry and I doubt you've eaten much by the way you were pounding that keyboard."

Immediately, she was ready to obey. But not without a few clarifying questions. "Will anyone else be joining us?" Her question was polite enough, but I could hear the question of whether or not things were alright with me and Taylor. Even now she was evaluating my emotional state.

I rolled my eyes. "No. Just you and me for dinner at least. I'm guessing Taylor won't be back until the evening. She has obligations to the people paying for her trip. But we're great! Stop fussing over me!" I smiled at Cassandra, who seemed to relax.

"Of course." She sketched a short curtsy on her way to the second bedroom. "I'll just be ten minutes."

I settled into the couch and started flipping through the television before realizing all the channels were in French. And for a moment, I wondered what I would do. How DID people get along before television?

Without another thought I got up and went to my own room to freshen up and tweak my appearance. And surprisingly, within ten minutes Cassandra was ready and waiting for ME. I didn't know women could actually get ready that fast.

She was stunning in a simple black cocktail dress that really showed off her height. Some form of space age technology was lifting and enhancing her cleavage without visible sign of a bra, and miraculously she'd been able to apply makeup and do her hair in a very brief time.

I, on the other hand, couldn't even change my shirt in the ten minutes provided. So by the time I came out into the living room, her Bluetooth earpiece was back on as she spoke in rapid-fire.

"Miss Cooper," I began sternly. "I believe I ordered you to stop working."

This time, she grinned and held up a finger. "One moment, sir."

And as she continued, I realized she was talking to the hotel concierge or some other person with advice on where to go. And when she finally pulled off the earpiece, she fixed me with a satisfied expression.

"I believe I was mentioning orders?" I asked her.

"Yes, sir. But then, did you have a plan on where to go?"

She had me there. In fact, she could have said a lot more about how unprepared I was, but apparently decided not to rub it in. I sighed. "What would I ever do without you? I'm still not used to all this. Ordinarily I'd know three dozen different good restaurants in Manhattan to pick from tonight."

"That's why I'm here, Jonathan." She stepped up and took my hand, leading me out of our hotel suite. "Follow me and just enjoy the evening."

In the end, we were both in the limo and on our way to the posh, exclusive L'Amis Louis for some eclectic Française. There were only like ten tables and it was impossible to get seated by just showing up. I suppose Cassandra's idea of making a few phone calls ahead of time really was the smarter course of action.

"So what do you think?" she asked as we were seated.

"Magnifique!" I mimed blowing a kiss with my fingers.

She just laughed as I continued to look around. Unlike American restaurants, even the good ones, this place was filled with rich fabrics and relics of a decadent era centuries older than any other place I'd been to. I couldn't help but gawk like a dumb tourist at the opulence around me.

"Better close your mouth or everyone will think you've never been in a proper French restaurant before," Cassandra reached up and squeezed my hand. I just smiled and returned my gaze to her.

The waiter finished setting out the appropriate menus and table decorations before launching into his recommendations, including suggested wines. And I noticed that neither Cassandra nor I made any attempt to remove our hands from their embrace on top of the table.

We were sitting side by side, and it occurred to me that this was my first ever dinner out with her. To the casual observer, she was my gorgeous blonde date, not an employee. And I felt rather proud coolly strolling into a packed restaurant with her on my arm.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" I asked.

Cassandra blushed. Ordinarily she was so confident and so in command. I delighted in seeing her softer side. "No."

"Well, you look beautiful tonight, Cassandra."

"Thank you, Jonathan." She looked down and then slid her hand away from mine. "But perhaps that's not the most appropriate comment to make to your assistant."

"Right now, you're not my assistant. You're my date. And you're a beautiful date that any man would be proud to be sitting with."

For the next hour, that was how I thought of her, as my date. Work was put aside, our positions of employment ignored. I was just Jonathan and she was just Cassandra, alone and eating dinner in one of the most romantic cities in the world.

We ended up slipping into stories about our childhood. I talked about growing up with the tug-of-war between my mother's heritage and the American Way. I talked about our daily financial struggle and the discipline my mom inspired in me to work hard for my success. And now that I didn't have to anymore, I wasn't sure what to do with myself.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," she reassured me. Her hand was back in mine and I rubbed her palm with my thumb. "Great men always rise to the occasion."

My perverted mind flashed for a moment to the wrong interpretation of 'rise'. But rather than make an improper comment, I settled for saying, "And I intend to. I once had dreams of the things I could accomplish if I had the time and money. Now I've got that chance. But for now, jetting off to Paris at a moment's notice is a nice perk."

"Very true."

"And jetting off with such great company is even better." The wine was giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling. And from the way Cassandra toasted her glass to me, I guess she was agreeing.

For her part, Cassandra talked about being the only child in a house of wealth, simultaneously spoiled because of it and yet constantly reminded that the wealth did not belong to her or her family. She spoke glowingly of Mr. Kendall, of his intelligence and compassion and paternal relationship to her, mixed with a distance of knowing he wasn't her father.

There was an unspoken understanding that her stories were actually about MY father. And I fell into a hypnotic trance listening to her speak about her childhood. More than anything, Cassandra was my one link to the father I never knew. She was the one person who could tell me what he was like. And I was absorbing every little detail about the mystery man who had impregnated my mother and then left to make his billions.

I was still holding Cassandra's hand, our meals now long forgotten. And as she finished, I could see the traces of moisture in her eyes as she reminisced about the only father figure in her life, now dead and gone. It was ironic: my father was dead and she was the one still in mourning.

We were saved from our melancholy by the sound of my phone going off. Cassandra squeezed my hand one last time and then let me fumble around to answer it.

Taylor was coming back to the hotel.

***

Cassandra and I were still in our contemplative state as we rode in the limo back to the hotel. Just in case, she'd made further plans for a casual stroll along the Seine and perhaps an Opera if Taylor canceled on us. I promised we'd do those things before leaving Paris, but in the meantime we were headed back.

Oddly enough, I felt a trace of resentment in the back of my head. I was enjoying my time alone with Cassandra. It was as if being on the other side of the world somehow made it so that she was no longer my assistant. Instead, she was simply a beautiful woman I shared this vacation with. I wanted to remain alone with her and see where the evening led.

But Taylor and our prior plans were intruding. And a part of me believed Cassandra would melt back into her 'assistant' role as soon as we were no longer alone. And I didn't want that to happen.

We had precious little time, and without another thought I leaned across my seat and held the palm of my hand to Cassandra's cheek. Her breathing became shallow and I could almost hear her heartbeat speeding up, matching mine. Her pale blue eyes went wide as my head tilted towards hers, and then she was melting into my kiss as our lips came together in a melding of our souls.

Cassandra's hands slid around to my back and shoulders as I tugged on her waist, clinching us closer together as we devoured each others mouths. Her moan was a melody to my ears as the passion built and built within us, until we were both panting from lack of oxygen and at the last edge before falling over and ripping each other's clothes off.

But then I felt the shudder as the limo came to a halt and the clacking footsteps of the hotel bell staff coming to open the door. Regretfully, I pulled away to see the same regret in Cassandra's eyes, and then behind me the door opened and her face was basked with the glow of hotel lights piercing through the opening.

Without another word, I stepped out and then reached my hand back to assist her out of the car. And despite my desire to seize her body once again, the two of us walked stiffly and two feet apart through the lobby and to the elevators.

Even in the elevator, we stayed side-by-side but untouching as we were lifted to the top floor. It was as if the act of touching her would shatter the rest of my inhibitions and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from fucking her right on the floor we were standing on.

It wasn't until I got the door open that all traces of restraint finally gave way. She launched herself at me, her lips immediately finding mine as she propelled me backwards through the suite and to the master bedroom.

The massive four poster bed awaited us and suddenly I was flat on my back while Cassandra clambered atop my body, still kissing me even as her hands went to the fastenings of my shirt. My own hands snaked beneath the hem of her black dress and lifted it up until I could plant both palms against her tight asscheeks. I stroked her hot flesh as she managed to completely unbutton my shirt and fling it wide open before moving down to my pants.

Our kiss broke for only a few moments when I shucked my shirt off and then whipped away the undershirt. Cassandra settled lower and stripped down my pants and underwear. After a moment, I was completely naked and at the mercy of her touch.

We didn't waste much time on foreplay. She bathed my cock with her tongue just enough to get it nice and wet, and then she was straddling my hips while fully clothed. Again, I lifted the hem of her dress just high enough around her hips to expose her crotch, and she simply slid the strap of her wet thong to the side and impaled herself upon my cock.

She cried out and I groaned as the shaft tunneled up and up into her body. She was wet but still very tight and the pressure was incredible. But at last she had settled all the way down onto me.

"Feel good?... sir?" she husked, a wide grin on her face.

I could only groan and nod my agreement.

Taking the time to catch our breath, I kept lifting her dress until she was able to pull it over her head. That invisible bra came unsnapped and was discarded a second later, leaving her clad only in her thong and heels, neither of which we would waste any further time with as both our coupling and the view of her voluminous tits were both achieved.

My hands immediately went to those huge breasts, gripping them firmly as she pumped up and down my rod. Her moist snatch made a wonderful squishing sound as she moved, gyrating rhythmically to bring us both the maximum pleasure."

"Fuck me, Jonathan," she crooned.

"Whenever you desire, Cassandra," I husked right back.

"Oh, fuck me, Jonathan!" She was a vocal lover, crying out constantly and making wonderfully ecstatic noises. With her height and bodacious curves, she was an athletic Amazon using my cock as a tool for her pleasure, and after just a few minutes of aggressive fucking she had us both on the verge of orgasm.

I let my hands fall back against the mattress, just soaking in the pounding sensations shooting up and down my spine. Cassandra planted her hands on either side of my head, her bosom bouncing up and down in my face as she rode me fiercely.

"Oh... fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted with each downthrust. And then with a final lunge, she slammed her body down and detonated, her whole torso quaking as her climax ripped through her.

I managed to keep my hips thrusting up against her body two more times before I reached up and clutched her ass, pressing her body against my crotch as I ejected my white-hot lava into her welcoming chasm. Holding that pose we both were yelling at the top of our lungs, until at long last the feelings subsided and we both collapsed onto the bed, her hot, sweating body pressed against my chest.

"Oh, Jonathan..." she crooned into my ear.

Our post-coital bliss was then interrupted by slow clapping, a subtly rhythmic sound that took me a moment to recognize. I glanced past Cassandra's shoulder to see Taylor leaning against the doorjamb. She caught my gaze and with a playful voice asked, "So, is this a private party or can I jump in?"

Cassandra was already laughing before she flopped over onto her back, my semi-hard cock exiting her love tunnel with a splooshing sound. "I see you found the open door I left for you."

Then Cassandra moved up until she was reclining against the plush pillows and headboard, profiling her splendid naked body for anyone to see. Her chest heaved as she panted, slowly catching her breath, and I couldn't help but stare at those firm globes rising and falling in gentle rhythm.

Taylor's eyebrows went up in inquisitive surprise as Cassandra reached down and pulled off the soaked thong, flinging it away. And then she spread her nether lips, exposing the creamy white droplets of our mingled cum oozing from her box, just below the trimmed tufts of blonde pubic hair. "Would you care to taste? I've been dying to feel your tongue."

As Taylor grinned and stepped forward, my mind immediately raced back to Taylor's comments about wanting to get into Cassandra's panties. And I knew for a fact that Taylor had played around on more than one occasion with her fellow models. But I hadn't expected this out of my statuesque personal assistant, and so Cassandra's actions were a very pleasant surprise.

While Taylor began to shed her clothes, Cassandra reached down to finally unstrap her heels. And then my eyes glowed at seeing my blue-eyed beauties, one a long-haired blonde and the other a short-haired brunette, both model- perfect and both completely naked before me on the bed.

Taylor ignored me completely as she scrambled across the mattress and settled between Cassandra's legs. She immediately dove in for the main course, her delicate tongue reaching out to scoop a dribble of jizz that was trailing down Cassandra's thigh and threatening to fall to the sheets. And then Cassandra was moaning in fresh pleasure as she leaned into the pillows and enjoyed the skillful tongue-work of my hot friend.

While Taylor went to work at getting her first taste of my assistant's pussy, Cassandra crooked a finger to me and ordered, "Come here... sir."

I got to my knees and moved next to her, positioning my half-hard dick next to Cassandra's head. And leaning across the pillows, she took me in her right hand while bobbing her head forward to suck me into her mouth.

The three of us were a chorus of moans as Cassandra blew me back to hardness and Taylor noisily slurped up fluids from Cassandra's snatch while fingering herself. I thought for just a moment to teenaged Kaitlyn's attempts at oral pleasure and reveled in the exquisite expertise of the lady now worshipping my cock.

Quicker than I thought possible, Cassandra had me back at full hardness and with that she began to reposition us. I was the master and Taylor was the honored guest, but it was the assistant who was in charge of us for the moment. Cassandra first pushed me away and pulled Taylor up to her, until they were chest to chest with one of Taylor's large breasts splitting the cleavage of Cassandra's even bigger ones. I saw the flashes of light in each of their blue eyes before their faces came together for a hot kiss. And even though I no longer had direct stimulation on my rod, it was getting even harder at the sight before me.

With a burst of energy, Cassandra suddenly pushed and rolled them over until she was flat on her back and rotating Taylor above her until the two beauties had formed a sixty-nine. Whether by design or by luck, Cassandra's head was pointed at me with Taylor's perfect ass just above her.